Danny snorted at her description of Deadpool. "Yeah, that guy sounds like truckloads of fun." He chuckled a little. "Although I'd probably invite you to a party before half the lecture-happy thrill-jockies that run around our universe." Plus, Thor was a viking god. There wasn't enough beer in the world to supply that party. At least not outside of Tony Stark's personal supply chain.
Either he didn't realize the comment could come out flirty, or he didn't care.
At her impromptu toast, Danny winced, grunted in agreement, pulled the beer to his lips, and just tilted his head back. Three long, deep gulps later and the beer went from maybe a little over half full to mostly gone. Danny felt pretty strongly about this one, too. He finally let his head fall forward, deftly moving the beer to keep from spilling a drop, not that it was full enough for that to really be a possibility. "Hi there, I hear you're looking for a choir," he quipped, just a hint of bitterness to it. For a second, he just sat forward, arms on his knees and the beer dangling from one hand, his eyes focused on the bottle. After a moment, he added, "Tell you the truth?" He shrugged one shoulder slightly and glanced at her. "I'd half consider going dark if it meant I could wipe all those comics out of existence."
Okay, not really, but the sentiment was there. All that information, things he could have lived his entire life never knowing, and now he knew them. Danny could safely say he understood why prophets and others who saw the future almost inevitably went crazy. He really had no idea how he was still sane. Then again, the fact that he wasn't running screaming away from all this destiny, family curse, flaming skull crap probably didn't leave much chance of sanity.